Percy Crow by Daniel Kemp

Captured first by the Nazis and then the Russians during World War Two, Percy Crow escapes in the bilges of a freighter from Soviet Russia to Hamburg.

Percy crow

Captured first by the Nazis and then the Russians during World War Two, Percy Crow escapes in the bilges of a freighter from Soviet Russia to Hamburg. There, he sells his secrets to the head of British Intelligence.

But when Lord Maudlin Paterson hears Percy’s account of the royal family's dark secrets, he sets out to find whatever the repulsive truth may be. Years after Maudlin’s death, the daughter of his illegitimate Russian son suddenly blurts out Percy’s name while being interrogated by the CIA - and Harry Paterson, Maudlin’s legitimate great-grandson, is the only person he trusts.

Can Harry discover his great-grandfathers secrets, hidden in the distorted mirrors of photographs at the back of an album? Along with his lifelong friend George Northcliffe and the beautiful Serena Abenazo, he starts unravelling the clues. But where will the rattling bones of the sepia images lead him?

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Traditional British

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Thrillers

Language: English

Keywords: murder mystery novels, espionage crime politics and scandals, killer thrillers spies british, intelligence mysteries, world war two european fiction, nazis russians soviets britain, england grandfather novels

Word Count: 101396

Sales info:

Amazon bestselling author.


Sample text:

“Sorry, my Lord, but it’s your phone! I did shout across to you that it was ringing, but you were otherwise engaged with,” she hesitated, as if searching for a word that neither offended nor was discourteous, “your lady companion. The caller said his name was Townsend. Added that his boss needed to speak to you urgently. He emphasised both the boss and the urgency of the matter. He was a very assertive man, sir! I wouldn’t have answered it normally, but it was the third time!’’ It was Susie, the new stable manager, with my phone in her outstretched hand as though it would contaminate her if held any closer.

 

I stared at the number displayed on my ancient Nokia mobile in a state of both trepidation and relief. Lord Clive Townsend was a very old friend of my now depleted family and although his call was expected, the speed with which he had gotten back to me was a surprise. I could feel the noose being lowered over my head as I pressed redial.


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